Tomato

All these things
we never see,
all joy and wonders.
Close up,
things become,
in some ways,
clearer.
Yet, we see
even less.

All in a family,
there can be
so many variations,
potatoes, tomatoes,
and poisonous cousins.
Nightshades can be deadly.

Potatoes and tomatoes
are such favourites,
the poison
is bred out.
So nothing’s left
to fear.
And life continues,
to ends
we cannot know.

3 thoughts on “Tomato

  1. Intriguing theatre of words and charactersat first, including the veggie-patch, the garden, title and play on colours. Yet it is the fruits of clarity and confidence that are the most appetising.
    Lovely.

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